Unorthodox Chemistry

by Lilah E. Noir

  When Thomas pulled me out, I nearly protested. His erect cock was so closely pressed against my entrance I was sure he'd fuck me there. Instead, he put me gently on the edge of the tub and looked down at me with a grin.

  "You have to keep your strength up for tonight, pet. I wouldn't want to wear you down."

  "What?" I uttered through gritted teeth and moved my hips in a seductive fashion. "Thomas, please, if you leave me without orgasm now..."

  "I think you need to stay like that for at least a few hours. Tonight, I want you as slutty and submissive as you can be. I want you wet, naked, begging and collared. Your inner nymphomaniac is still sleeping. We need to coax her to the surface."

  He picked up the brush and slid it between my folds, grinding its end to my G-spot.

  "Damn you, Thomas," I screamed and wrapped my legs around his waist in an absolutely desperate attempt to make him come to me.

  "Now, now, is that the way to talk to your Master?" He laughed and impaled me with the brush. "If you want to be mine again, you'll have to remember your training."

  Thomas slapped my clit while he was fucking me with the massage brush. He took its slippery handle out and tutted at how soaked it was, coated with thick white cream.

  "My, so horny. You still can't get enough."

  His head moved so close to my pussy lips and peaked clit I was sure he'd kiss it or at least give me a small lick. Instead, he pulled the wooden handle and slid it between my lips.

  "Lick it nicely. You see how fucking delicious you are when you let yourself overflow."

  My juices were pungent and strong, just as always when he had his way with me. He made me lick all over it before I was free to speak in a hoarse voice.

  "I... you didn't let me fully..."

  "Shh..." He kissed my forehead tenderly. "We'll get there, I promise you."

  Thomas left the massage brush aside and walked out of the tub, with his head held high and straightened shoulders.

  "Get out of the tub and dry me, pet." Thomas turned around with a smirk. "I'm done with my bath. Thank you for making it such a pleasant experience."

  "You're really going to leave me this way?" I said in a whining voice and made my way out of the tub. The brief moment in the water hadn't helped to wipe his dried sperm from my chest.

  "Oh no, pet, you'd only wish that was everything," he said when I picked up the towel and started drying his toned body. "I want you to go to your bedroom when you're done tending to me. Get down on your knees on top of the bed. Press your head to the pillows and raise your ass in the air. Legs spread. Hands behind your neck."

  Thomas spanked me playfully and wrapped the white towel around his waist.

  "Please..." My feet were shaking and I was clenching my inner muscles. I knew it was pointless to implore him. "What are you going to do?"

  "Go," he ordered in a stern voice and grabbed me by the chin. "That's not a request. If I don't find you in the position I asked of you, I won't allow you another orgasm until we leave the house on Monday. Leave the door open."

  Thomas kissed me quickly and walked out of the bathroom. He left me behind, wet and trembling, with a puddle of water dripping from my hair.

  Five minutes later, I was lying on my front on the soft covers with my butt raised in the air on full display. I remembered he called that one Position 3 or For My Viewing Pleasure. It wasn't the official name but he believed he could name it as he pleased in his own bedroom.

  "What's going to happen?" He'd say with a smirk. "The kink police going to come and arrest me?"

  I had a love/hate relationship with Position 3. It was degrading and always made me feel exposed and vulnerable. That was exactly why I loved it.

  It was only when Thomas ran his hand across my ass that I realized I wasn't alone.

  "You really have to stop sneak... Oh!" I cried out when the cold, smooth metal opened my ass. Thomas stroked my hair and reached out to rub my clit slightly as he was adjusting the plug inside me. After the workout with the huge vibrator earlier, my muscles were loose enough for him to fit without any effort. During our boss/employee relationship, he'd had me wear butt plugs so often it was weird when I didn't have one.

  There was something different this time. Soft fur brushed past my thigh, and I turned around with shock to see what was peeking out of me.

  "Am I going crazy or is that a fox tail?" It was indeed, a glorious bushy red fox tail that tickled my skin, and looked like a natural extension.

  This weekend would be a lot more insane than I'd thought.

  "Do you like it?" He chuckled, caressed my butt cheeks and stroked the beautiful fur. "I like thinking of you as my tigress but I'm afraid the tail is the least impressive part of the wild cats."

  I shivered when he kissed my neck and lips.

  "You're also one hell of a foxy lady," Thomas whispered. "It will look wicked hot on you with the red boots and the co--"

  He didn't finish and looked away. Then he pulled himself together and said quietly.

  "Now I want you to lie on your stomach. Take a nap for an hour or two."

  "W-what? You seriously expect me to be able to sleep like this?

  "You know, for a man who was sure he'd never see me again you come here all the time. Soon I'll have to give you a regular member discount."

  "Um," he said and moved from foot to foot. "I'm pretty sure we put the member discount as a hard limit."

  Nate blushed when he walked through the door, hands deep in his pockets. Today, he had opted for a smart casual look, a jacket, chinos and an open collar shirt. It looked pretty sexy on him. The truth was that I preferred him naked, with nothing but a collar, leash, and harness strapped to his wide chest.

  The thought sent a pleasant tingle to my pussy and I grinned at him. He was quickly becoming one of my favorite toys.

  That was his second visit but he never looked at me directly unless I ordered him to. The struggle in his orbs whenever I forced him to make eye contact was thrilling. The sight of his body in rope, covered with my whip marks didn't hurt either.

  When Nate had left last time, he was barely able to walk or say his own name. His clothes and hair were in order but he was panting and had the look of a well-fucked man. As for me... well, I had to close the studio and destroy one set of batteries while replaying our scene in my mind.

  Sometimes, on extremely rare occasions, I broke my principles and ended up fucking some of my regular clients. Being a dominatrix was awesome but it could take its toll on my lady parts, especially when I didn't have an available sub. It was tempting to have Nate inside me and feel his talented tongue but I decided against it.

  He has to beg for it.

  "How do you feel?" I asked him while we were walking to my playroom. "Did you have enough time to recover?"

  I didn't want to dish out more than he could take but a little care was never unnecessary. Last week's experience had been enough of a shock for him, especially when we went down the list of limits and he got a good look at my equipment.

  Thirst and fear always made for a delicious combination.

  Nate was still staring down at his shoes and his lips were in a thin, straight line. He was on the edge, with strained shoulders and a tense expression.

  "Stop," I ordered just when we were on the threshold of the playroom. "Turn around and look at me."

  He didn't protest and raised his head slowly. He had his hands so deep in the pockets of his jacket he'd rip them if he wasn't careful.

  "Take your hands out and straighten your shoulders." I pursed my lips and added with disgust, "There are many flaws I can ignore. Bad posture is not one of them. I expect you not to slouch even when I order you to look down."

  Nate nodded and quickly pulled his hands out of his pockets. He clasped them in fists even harder.

  "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I..." He started but I waved my hand dismissively.

  "Neither is rudeness. When I ask you a question, I expect you to reply. Do you understand?" I switched to my
best low and purring voice and narrowed my eyes at him.

  "Yes, Ma'am. I was just... I'm fine," he mumbled.

  "Nate, Nate..." I shook my head and crossed my arms over my red vinyl dress. Its zipper was a little down, showing more than a generous amount of cleavage. "Here I thought you were learning well. Lies are another hard limit. I'll add ten lashes with the whip for that."

  "But I wasn't lying," he protested and squeezed his hands harder. "You have no idea how much I wanted to see you."

  The way he blushed was so adorable.

  "So why do you look like you're going to faint?" I raised an eyebrow. "Listen, I'm not blackmailing you to be here. You're free to leave if you really don't want to do this. If you choose to stay, you must tell me what troubles you."

  His throat bulged and he moved from foot to foot as he tried to ease his breathing.

  "I love what you do to me, Ma'am, and I don't want to leave. That's not the problem."

  "Then what is it?" I asked and took a step closer to him. "I'm a professional. I can't enter a scene with someone who's about to have a nervous breakdown."

  For a moment he grew braver and rolled his eyes at me.

  "That didn't stop you from seducing me back at The Fortress."

  "That was different. I wasn't at work. I was sure you wanted it and I did a lot of things I'd not allow myself in a professional situation." I chuckled. He had some nerve. "You were a little skittish last time but not like this."

  "Yes, I..." Nate breathed in and said in a quiet voice, "I was wondering if your price list includes talking."

  That caught me off guard and I looked at him with curiosity.

  "I must say that is one of the most unusual kinks," I said with a smile.

  "Just... I'm no longer comfortable in my own skin and I'll go insane if I don't talk to someone. You're the only person I can think of who might... understand, I guess, or help me." His voice sounded as honest as it got. "So, if you can take some time to listen..."

  "What about Lina? I thought you two were getting along well, and she was giving you her perspective?" I asked with a puzzled voice.

  "Lina has enough troubles of her own. She's been great. I hope we'll stay in touch if Thomas and she get back together." He sucked in a breath. "There are certain things I'm not comfortable sharing even with her. No one knows about them, not Lina, not my ex-wife or any girlfriend, none of my friends. What was it that you said? How it's easier to reveal yourself to a stranger..."

  His voice was shaking and he clamped his fists even tighter. This time there was no need to remind him to look me in the eyes. He stared at my face like a dying man who needed to confess his final secret. There was despair etched onto his features, even horror.

  What could have him so tied up in knots?

  My inner shrink was eager to listen but I kept a poker face and rubbed my chin without a word. Nate gritted his teeth while I pretended to ponder on my answer.

  "Please," he implored me and clenched his hands as if he was about to start praying. "Allie, Ma'am... I need to get this out of my system. I'll do anything you ask. I'll pay extra. I'll lick your boots..."

  That finally coaxed some laughter out of me and I cracked a grin at him.

  "Enough, we're not in church. My boots could use a cleaning but let's leave that for another time." I smirked and grabbed him by the shirt collar. He tensed even more when I inclined him closer to me. His eyes went down to my mouth and he breathed in as if he was getting high on my scent. Just when our lips were about to touch, I slapped his cheek gently and whispered, "There's no special fee for conversation, Nate." I ran my nails down his neck and left some light red marks. His skin looked so good with my signature on it. "Still, you can talk to me while you're getting naked and I'm strapping you to the bench... or the cross... or wherever I please."

  He moaned lightly when I sank my nails a little deeper, careful not to break the skin. He had put scars and marks in visible places on his hard limits list.

  "I'd love that," he said softly and reached out to touch my face. I sighed. It often happened with other clients who blurred fantasy and reality. When I pulled away, I felt a sense of regret.

  "Careful there." I let go of his shirt and opened the door. "I told you last time. This is not a romantic relationship. It's not even a sexual one. While you're in this place you're forbidden from touching me unless I order you to. As long as you follow my rules, I'll take care of your needs. Do you understand?"

  "Yes... completely." Maybe it was just me, but I thought I saw a shadow of disappointment on his face. "I just still think of that night and... Forget it. Let's go."

  I'd been in this business since college. Over the years, as I built my reputation, my income got lucrative enough and I could afford to expand my dominatrix studio. After I saved enough money and with some help from The Dragon, I purchased two floors of the building and transformed them into my personal queendom. There were many thematic rooms that catered to different fetishes. The one where I led Nate was my favorite, maybe because it was the first I'd used when I started years ago. The red walls, boudoir lightning from the ceiling and king-sized bed with a headboard of wrought iron gave it a certain classic feeling. Some would say that the massive wooden chair with armrests and feet reminiscent of lion claws was too much. What did they know? That 'little' piece of furniture looked majestic and made me truly feel like a queen. Besides, many of my subs loved kneeling at the foot of my throne and lavishing my tall boots with kisses.

  It was a perfect room for first-time experiences.

  When we entered, I sat down on the bed and crossed my legs. The cherry red vinyl dress rode up my thighs and revealed a pair of killer thigh high fishnet stockings.

  "Go ahead..." I smirked at him and fixed my black wig, "Get naked and tell me your story. I love it when I get a full striptease of a sub's body and mind."

  Nate removed his jacket and stared at the ground again. He fidgeted with it for a bit before he threw it on the ground.

  "It's a long story."

  "You've booked me for two hours, pet, so you'd better get started." My voice purred, dangerously close to affectionate. I ran a long tress of my wig across my breasts. "I'm sure I'll find a way to make you talk faster if you're dragging."

  He nodded and started unbuttoning his shirt.

  "It's just a warning. I have to start from a very early point in my life and at first, you'll wonder why--"

  "Nate." I cut him off with annoyance and drummed my nails against the wrought iron. "Get straight to the point, will you?"

  "Sorry, Ma'am." His fingers were shaking and crumpling the light fabric of his shirt. He looked up at the ceiling and kept talking. "So, this is not the first time I've been submissive to someone. I'm not sure if what happened to me was kink or not."

  "Let me be the judge of that," I said and looked at him with curiosity. This would be interesting. "Come on, tell me more."

  "Most people assume I come from money but I'm actually a small town boy from a blue-collar family," he said and undid another button. His tone was calmer now. "I was the youngest of five children. It was a good childhood. We grew up in a warm and loving home. My parents worked from dusk 'til dawn in several jobs. I think I got most of my work ethics and habits from them."

  A small smile went through his face at the memory.

  "That's a really intriguing start," I said, got up from the bed and strolled to my Mistress chair. "I'll admit I'm a little surprised. So, what happened to that warm, loving home?"

  He kept undressing and went on with more confident voice. He was probably afraid he'd bore me.

  "I was sick of being poor, of going to school with worn out clothes and shoes, of used textbooks and watching my parents work their fingers to the bone. I was determined to make something of myself and help them out." He got to the last button of his shirt and rested hands on the buckle of his belt.

  "I can see you succeeded," I stated and glanced at the wall where most of my tools were hanging.
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  "Education was my only way out." Nate shrugged out of his shirt and put it on top of his jacket. "I became a library rat and tried to read as much as I could. I studied day and night until my eyes hurt. It was rough but I did it. I was one of the top students and that opened many doors."

  I listened to his story and tried to figure out where it could be going. It wasn't the first time one of my clients had told me a personal tale. It was shocking how easy it was to loosen their tongues with a little bit of kink.

  My eyes fell on the bullwhip and I briefly wondered if he would be so articulate after a few strikes. Meanwhile, Nate was lowering his zip. The fingers of his free hand were nervously playing with the belt buckle.

  "So, I worked my ass off and got a full scholarship to a prep high school, far away from my hometown. Back then it was a dream come true." He chewed on his bottom lip and looked at the ground again. "A ticket to a much better life. It also meant that I had to leave behind everything I knew. I didn't even realize it until I got on the bus with nothing but a suitcase and a head full of fantasies."

  I picked up the whip, slowly uncoiled it and ran a hand down its smooth surface while Nate kept retelling his life.

  "Everyone at home was over the moon," he said and dropped his belt on the floor. "I was the first of my family to get a decent education. They kept telling me I'd be a big shot in life. Then I arrived at my new school and everything... It started on the wrong foot,"

  "Dreams and fantasies rarely match real life, do they?" My fingers were dancing on the thin end of the whip. "I bet you never had much competition in your small hometown school. The competitive environment must've been a huge blow to you."

  Nate laughed quietly and lowered his pants.

  "You're way too perceptive. Perhaps you even already know the end of the story." He teased me and I swayed the whip with a slow, seductive move of my wrist.

  "I have a few guesses but you're the one who wanted to talk so I won't spoil it for you," I drawled lazily and sank back into my throne.